Portrait of
Half an...
Surrounded by people
Who care to much...
Everything I Do, I Do It For Me
By Mark Spencer...
Hollow feelings and fake smiles;
Nothing counts for anything...
We do but serve the servants
through our own free will...
The more we run, the more we cry
The more we dream, the more we ask why...
The hollow flame of christmas
is but a memory...
How can you sit there and say every things...
Why are you so calm...
Here we go again
Back to this place...
She's hiding behind covers of fate
Running before it's far too late...
Words are spoken, and yes they hurt,
Thoughts are put into sound...
Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...